Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
tools of the trade
in hollow bones you won't find dried blood I cleaned all with wire I have tools I'm not a chicken nor am I an egg